Life is extremely loud and disturbingly silent. Sometimes, we look for things to escape from life.
Drugs, Sports, Books, the Internet... all are a form of this escape. Some other form of the present.
John Dale, our portagonist..... is not one of those people. He's just a filthy casul, who heard about some game called Astera.
Time dilation, realism, clean air. What more could a person looking for a bit of extra time to go running ask for?
He never really understood, never really cared, that I was in control the whole time.
